Tequila and Group Sex: One Night at a Swingers Club

by Marcus Armstrong

As with many a good story it began with tequila.

Debbie and I sat in the casino bar contemplating whether we should go. We reasoned that the decision could only be made after we’d had shots. In the warm haze that followed, we kissed and sealed our fate. In the taxi Debbie took my hand and we journeyed in silence: we were in this together. Our destination was a non-descript door set among shops and other businesses on a main road in the suburbs. It could have been an accountant, a real estate agent, an art gallery. But inside and up the stairs was a swingers club.

Our relationship was relatively new but we had jumped in at the deep end with no looking back. Debbie and I had both come out of relationships that had become stale and were devoid of risk taking. Tonight was antidote to that. However, both of us being professionals with a number of tertiary qualifications to our name, this was not something we would be able to talk about lineing up for the coffee machine at work on Monday morning. We were, to all appearances, a picture of respectability. Swingers clubs might be something that most of us hold some curious fascination about, but how many of us actually know someone who’d go to one? It conjures up images of keys in bowls and poorly trimmed moustaches. We were both going far out of our comfort zones and there were understandable misgivings: who knew what we would find at the top of the stairs? While it had been my idea to come here, Debbie held similar fascinations, but she was also wary about not becoming the centre of some male fantasy. We had set rules for the night in advance.

We found ourselves in a darkened bar that could have been any nightclub, save for the porn playing on the television screens and that everyone was dressed in their underwear. And there were lockers. As far as venues go, the swingers club is friendlier than your average club; there is no difficulty in sparking up a conversation. As per protocol we dressed down to underwear and, with the effects of tequila fading, ordered another drink.

It was time to explore. Debbie took my hand and we wandered through the maze of corridors and different themed rooms. We giggled like a couple of teenagers, the sound and smell of sex were all around. We breathlessly listened at doors. Any misgivings that Debbie had previously held about the place had completely dissipated. She was clearly energised and stimulated by this new environment, displaying a poise I hadn’t seen before as she led me around the shadowy maze.

We eventually got chatting with a South African couple. It was a pleasant enough conversation but it became clear that they were losing their attraction for each other and had come here trying to spark something. They were a good looking couple and we would have been happy to play with them, but later Debbie and I agreed there was something distinctly unattractive about people who weren’t attracted to each other anymore.

Moving to the main play area we found a sexy couple naked on a mattress as she was animatedly sucked his cock. A lithe brunette, she must have been a regular attendee, known to the gathering crowd as Rachelle. He lay on his back, as she bent over him, her delicious ass pointing upwards. It was confronting and arousing. This might have been a commonplace scene in a porn, but here it was happening in front of us. We were both transfixed and took a seat; to feed our arousal we kissed deeply. Another couple were seated next to us also enjoying the display on the floor. She was dressed in elaborate red lingerie and spoke in an Eastern European accent. We affectionately dubbed them the Romanian Couple. With barely any interaction the woman reclined back into Debbie’s lap and they began kissing. As this became more intense the couple asked us to join them in a private room. By this time we had caught the attention of Rachelle and her partner who asked if they could join us. There were then six bodies in a small room and things were happening fast. Rachelle dropped to her knees and began eating out the Romanian woman and sliding her fingers into Debbie’s aroused pussy. The Romanian woman pulled down the straps of Debbie’s lingerie revealing her large, firm breasts and both women moved, beginning to feast on them. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I was holding Debbie from behind, hard against her watching this display of raw sexuality unfold.

We stripped off any remaining items of clothing and exchanged passionate kisses with other members of the group: Debbie was kissing Rachelle’s partner and Rachelle was on my lips. I was surprised at my reaction to watching Debbie being kissed by another man. In this context it was incredibly arousing. Making our way to the floor, Debbie lay on her back and spread her legs; Rachelle got down on all fours. I entered Debbie while Rachelle’s partner took her from behind. Meanwhile the Romanians were still involved: she perched on my back while he fucked her. I could feel their every move. Six bodies were now moving together: thrusting, groping, fucking. Meanwhile, Debbie and I took turns kissing Rachelle and our hands went to her pussy. It felt like soft velvet and we could feel him thrusting inside her. This wasn’t exactly swinging, it was something more intimate. We were each with our own partner but feeling the bodies of everyone else, sharing this incredible sexual energy. I’m not sure how long we kept at this, time seemed irrelevant. Eventually we moved to a larger room. I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe it was time for an audience, maybe we just wanted to be able to stretch out in a bigger, more ventilated space. As we walked down the corridor naked, we passed by the South African couple from earlier in the night.

“Wow. You guys didn’t waste any time!” he said to us, a hint of envy in his voice. And it was true we didn’t. We might have had some hesitations about going to this place, but once there we were committed to experiencing all that we could without pause.

The six of us went to a public room with a large, round bed in the middle and continued in much the same fashion as we had in the smaller room. An audience grew around us. It was a turn-on to have people watching us and hear their groans of approval. This time I took Debbie from behind who had now developed a deep fascination with Rachelle’s cunt. She was displaying an awesome confidence I had never seen before: she was directing the show. Any fears of being some pawn in a male fantasy had long been cast aside; this was Debbie’s fantasy and she was in complete control. With her hand on Rachelle’s pussy she gave the orders to Rachelle’s partner: “I want to you to make her cum,” she said, while also forbidding him to cum until she said so. Debbie held Rachelle’s gaze, and with a hand on her, Rachelle orgasmed. The sexual energy passing between the two women was an incredible thing to behold.

At the end of the evening Debbie and I found our way to a private room, and having held back through the night, I came alone with her. It was a beautiful and loving moment and I think it was then that both of us knew that we had a partner who was perfectly suited, who could balance the crazy, dirty moments with the loving, intimate ones.

We had gone there with a sense of curiosity, knowing that it would be far out of our comfort zone. But it was, in fact, a better experience that I could have imagined. It wasn’t freaky or salacious: just the most natural act on earth, only shared when we would usually keep it safely locked away. And it wasn’t in any way about ogling other people, it was about us as a couple. We began the night together and never left each other’s side before ending the night together. We each definitively knew that we had an audacious partner who would never settle for the mundane.

That was a few years ago now. We are now married. And it was that night that we really fell in love.